Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Heavy trucks roared in, and their thick tires weighing hundreds of kilograms carried tons of weight and rolled over the cement road. Grass clippings flew like a hurricane wherever they passed, and the flying insects hungry for light under the street lights were swept away by the strong wind, leaving them thin and thin. The scaly wings detached from the weak body and fell to the ground feebly.

Everyone was startled by this heavy-duty truck that had no intention of braking. A group of red-guarded delinquents quickly started their motorcycles and made way for the heavy-duty truck to move on one side of the road.

Let's play, make trouble, and don't make fun of heavy trucks.

This thing is not easy to stop when it speeds up. If you are lucky enough to get into a head-on collision, a whole body will be left intact. If you are not lucky, it will be stuck on the road and shoveled with a shovel.

The rise of Red Guard has just begun, and they don't want to die young.

As for the members of Wenbaozou "Wild Wind", they were in the opposite lane, so they didn't have to worry about being accidentally injured.

The rumbling sound grew from far away to nearer, and the sound of the horn became more intense. As they got closer, everyone could vaguely hear the heavy metal music playing in the carriage.

The sound from the loudspeaker was a little distorted. Mai Shutoku thought the sound was familiar at first, but when she got closer, she realized that it was just the mean tone of an unscrupulous writer.

A trace of surprise flashed across the girl's delicate and pretty face. She didn't understand what the unscrupulous writer was doing. What kind of trouble was he driving a heavy truck on the highway without sleeping at night?

Also, have you read too many light novels about hitting a truck and traveling through it?

Before she could figure out the reason, she saw Tarzan suddenly pull out a pistol from his waist and pull the trigger without hesitation as the heavy truck approached and was about to pass by.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The three gunshots were covered up by the roar of heavy trucks and the sound of horns, but everyone in the red guard could hear it even if they were close. They cheered and applauded their boss's feat, completely unaware that the charming girl opposite was using a kind of Stare at them with deathly eyes.

Tarzan did not use up all the bullets in one go. The Kanzaki team only equipped him with a gun and two magazines for this cleaning operation. There were not many bullets, so he had to use them sparingly. There was no need to waste it by scaring these rich young men and rich ladies. bullet.

The bullet hit the target at close range, and the windshield of the heavy truck shattered, leaving two large holes. The remaining bullet flew to an unknown location.

The effect of the three shots was gratifying. After the heavy truck passed by everyone, the vehicle body began to sway slightly, and then slowly stopped about a hundred meters away. It seemed that the driver had been shot and killed.

"Tch, didn't it hit the fence and then roll over and explode?" Tarzan glanced at the silent heavy truck with dissatisfaction. He felt that this man was really ignorant. He could have directly destroyed the car and killed everyone before the police came. The car was burned to ashes, but he insisted on preserving the death scene and asked him to send someone to destroy the evidence.

"Tuo Hai, go and order that car for me." Tarzan waved his hand and motioned to the green-haired boy next to him to take someone to destroy the corpse and eliminate the traces. The other people on red guard silently stepped forward to tell Mai Shutoku and the gang who had witnessed it. Witnesses all surrounded:

"Originally, I wanted to sit down with everyone and discuss it calmly, but now it seems that we have to use a little more forceful means. Please cooperate with us."

Tarzan blew into his pistol and looked at the people opposite him with meaning.

The male peacock and the other noble ladies looked at each other, feeling that they might have really met a madman today. The guy who looked like an orangutan across from him actually dared to shoot and kill in front of them, a bunch of rich second-generation officials and second-generation officials. If you dare to threaten them later, are you really not afraid that both black and white will issue a wanted order and a pursuit order for the Red Guard at the same time?

Mai Shutoku looked back at the heavy truck lying behind, completely blocking the retreat, and then at the group of Bosozoku members who had gathered around her. There was no trace of cowardice on her delicate and enchanting face. She just looked at Tarzan quietly:

"It seems like you don't intend to abide by the rules of the underworld. Are you planning to go against my family?"

"Oh, I can't tell that this young lady knows something about the underworld." Tarzan saw that Mai Shutoku seemed to know a lot, and he immediately became interested.

Originally, he planned to take some photos of these rich young ladies and introduce some illegal drugs, and use special means to control them and indirectly influence their parents to be used by the Kanzaki group. In this way, his status in the group might also rise a lot.

But after all, he is a thug with a simple mind and well-developed limbs. He has never thought about whether this will bring huge trouble to the Kanzaki team. Now that he thinks he has the situation under control, he still communicates with Mai Shutoku in a conversational manner:

"If you are interested in my family and the Kanzaki group, you might as well have a chat with me, Bing Zhuye, and I will definitely satisfy you."

As he said that, he moved his body twice while sitting astride the motorcycle, causing the red police delinquents to laugh mockingly, and at the same time making Mai Kutoku's fans furious, but there was a gun pointed at him. They didn't dare to act rashly, they could only stare at these bad guys with gritted teeth.

"So, can you add me?"

A slightly flirty voice was suddenly inserted into the laughter. It sounded a little familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere just now.

Mai Shutoku turned her head and looked towards the roadside, and saw a handsome young man sitting on the metal guardrail of the roadside with his legs crossed and licking melon seeds. He looked like he was eating melons and watching a show. He didn't know where he was sitting. For how long, no one noticed his arrival.

Following her movements, the others also looked over. When they saw that it was a handsome guy wearing suspenders and a black shirt with a slicked back hair, they couldn't help but frown:

Where did this person come from?

"Who the hell are you?" Tarzan, who was interrupted from teasing a woman, was a little unhappy. He felt that he had been brutally crushed in terms of appearance. He couldn't help but point a gun at the man sitting on the guardrail eating melon seeds. He wanted to Two bullets were fired into that face that was more handsome than Gao Tianyuan's Cowherd.

Before the man sitting on the metal guardrail could speak, the green-haired Tuohai who had just led people to destroy the corpses ran back with a look of horror on his face, his voice trembling: "It's not good, boss, there's nothing in that car at all." There’s not even a trace of blood on the person, could it be that he encountered a ghost?!”

"How is that possible?" Tarzan was also shocked when he heard this. When he passed the heavy truck just now, he clearly saw someone in the driver's seat.

Originally, he scorned the idea that there were eight million gods in Japan, but after meeting Naganobu Kawasaki, the leader of the Kanzaki group who could control thunder and lightning, he also gained some respect for those gods, demons, and monsters. Could it be that...

But soon, he turned to look at the man who was still sitting there eating melon seeds in a leisurely manner, and asked sternly: "Are you the driver?"

"Bingo!" Xia Di gave a thumbs up to Tarzan, with a smile on his face like a children's program host encouraging children: "Congratulations, you guessed it right, but there is no reward."

This attitude of dealing with children was undoubtedly a provocation in the eyes of Tarzan. He put his index finger on the trigger and aimed his crosshair at Xia Di's face that made people look at him and make him feel inferior: "Who are you?"

It was not surprising that the other party could avoid his shooting, because his marksmanship was indeed average, otherwise he would not have shot at such a close range. But what shocked him was that the other party could jump off the car at such a speed without firing a single shot. There was a loud noise, and he quietly lurked beside him and the others. Could he be the legendary law enforcer of the family?

As soon as these words came out, Xia Di immediately became energetic. He took out a short gray windbreaker from behind and put it on his body. Then he slowly stood up straight, put his left hand in his pocket and faced the crowd. He slowly raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger. Pointing at Tarzan, who was holding the gun, there were inexplicably a few shadows on his face that looked like wild wood lines, and his voice was low:

"I'm just a passing truck driver, responsible for transporting destined people to become heroes in another world."

Huangfeng and the red guards looked at Xia Di with a concave JOJO shape, and felt an indescribable pain in their hearts. How could this person perfectly combine handsomeness, seriousness, and humor?

Mai Shutoku was the only one present who was not surprised. When she met the unscrupulous writer for the first time, the other person also stood there pretending to be a Jojo and said embarrassing words. She just treated him as a severe chuunibyou.

Tarzan smiled. He took a few steps forward and wanted to put his pistol against Xia Di's forehead. However, when he got closer, he found that he might only reach the opponent's chest. That height of nearly 1.9 meters is considered a dimensionality reduction blow in Japan. , if he really wanted to say harsh words, he might have to bend down to accommodate him, so he stopped midway:

"You dare to say that you are a time-travel messenger when you drive a broken truck. Believe it or not, I will send you to see God with one shot?"

Faced with the threat of Tarzan, Xia Di was indifferent and still maintained the pretentious posture of Jotaro Kujo: "First, this is Japan. There are only Amaterasu and the Nuclear Emperor in the sky. That old guy Jehovah has no control here. .”

Then he stretched out his middle finger and brought his index finger together to make a sword-pointing gesture: "Second, I bet there are no bullets in your gun."

"Wonima!" Tarzan, as a junior high school dropout and a delinquent at the bottom of society, managed to find a backer and show off in front of others. How could he be allowed to steal his limelight?

After scolding angrily, he pulled the trigger regardless.

Regardless of whether he is the law enforcer of this family, this bastard must die tonight!

"boom!"

There was a gunshot and blood splattered.

Under the gaze of everyone, a small hole appeared between Tarzan's eyebrows. His face, which resembled that of an orangutan, was filled with confusion and astonishment. He seemed to not know why death came so suddenly, and why he died after he pulled the trigger. The pistol was indifferent.

Dark red blood mixed with white slurry seeped out from the large hole in the back of his head. Tarzan's eyeballs quickly became bloodshot, and then darkness occupied his vision and consciousness. His slightly atavistic figure began to twitch, and then he collapsed and fell to the ground. , the Beretta M9 pistol delivered to him by the deputy team leader fell to the ground, but no one dared to pick it up.

Everyone looked at the man who was maintaining JOJO's posture, and saw wisps of gunpowder smoke rising from the ends of his fingers that were pointed into swords, as if he had turned his fingers into firearms.

If they heard correctly just now, the gunshot seemed to come from his hand, and the gun in Tarzan's hand just jammed with a "snap".

"Sa~ The chief culprit has been killed, let's count your sins in detail." Xia Di stretched and retracted her right hand like magic, and a small and exquisite pocket version of the sand eagle appeared in her hand. The platinum coating shone in the moonlight. Hui.

However, in the eyes of the red guards, it was like the scythe of the god of death reflecting the cold murderous intent. The biting chill rose from the bottom of the heart and gradually spread to the limbs, as if to freeze them into ice sculptures.

At this critical moment, Lv Mao Tuohai, who was only one word different from a certain Akina mountain racing god, stood up and expressed his repentance directly with practical actions.

I saw the slightly thin green-haired boy striding forward in front of Tarzan, who was still staring at death. He raised his foot and cut off his leg with a strike. There was a "pop" sound, which made the male compatriots present couldn't help but tighten their legs.

While trampling on him, he cursed at the top of his lungs: "You beast, Gouliang Yangde, I treat you as my elder brother, and you treat me as your mistress. Not only did you sleep with my girlfriend while I was out working, but you also asked her to engage in aid and communication to make money for me." You flower, you are simply not human!!"

Perhaps he was using too much force. After stomping his feet several times, he stopped, picked up the Beretta M9 that fell on the ground, and fired the pistol at Tarzan's confused lower body. In the end, he sprained his wrist because of the incorrect grip. , and finally stopped beating the corpse.

Such a crazy move made everyone present a little stunned, but if what the other party said was true, it would be understandable. There were even many red police delinquents who complained in their hearts that the boss was not honest in what he did.

If it's green, it's green. If it's forced, it doesn't make sense.

People who have known Lv Mao Tuohai for a long time looked at each other, why is this different from what they know, isn't it...

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, and the green-haired Tuohai, who was still covering his wrists, jumping and cursing, fell to the ground. There was a slight confusion and deep fear on his face, and he seemed to be confused as to why he performed so perfectly. will be discovered.

"Tsk, don't think that your name is Tuohai and you can pretend to be the master of suffering." Warrior, are you worthy?

Seeing the execution of Lv Mao Tuohai, some of the delinquents who were also eager to act out a scene of being forced to go to jail suddenly backed down, fearing that they would be shot in the head during the performance.

"This... Big brother, are you a policeman?" The male peacock is relatively courageous. Seeing Xia Di's appearance of upholding justice, he asked the other party's identity in order to get closer: "My dad It’s from the Traffic Control Section of the Traffic Department of the Japan Metropolitan Police...”

However, before he could finish his words, Xia Di raised his hand and interrupted: "Stop, I'm just a truck driver passing by. I occasionally work part-time as a cow hunter for pure love. I have nothing to do with the Metropolitan Police."

Then, he decisively ignored the meaningful look in Mai Shutori's eyes that was half-smiling. He turned the pocket version of the Sand Eagle on his fingers and put it back into his suspenders. He scanned the group of delinquents with his sharp eyes and said in a deep voice:

"All of you, put your hands on your head and squat down!"

Under the threat of gunpoint, the bad guys all obeyed.

They finally figured out that this guy was not a policeman at all. He was most likely a patient with advanced chuunibyou, who wanted to imitate the superheroes in American comics and seek justice.

And he's not the kind of monster who imitates Batman who has a no-kill principle. He really dares to pull the trigger with a gun in his hand.

After calling on several members of Wenbaozu to tie up all the delinquents, he slowly stood up and walked towards the heavy truck, as if he was planning to leave and hide his merits and fame.

The rich second generation looked at me and I looked at you. I didn’t know for a moment whether I should follow up to say thank you or give me some favors. But just when they were hesitant, Mai Shutoku said, "What's left?" I will find someone to solve the matter, you go back first." Then Shi Shiran followed.

It was related to an underworld dispute, and there were some shady guys planning something. Mai Shutoku didn't want to care about it, so naturally it was best to leave the matter to the Sheqi Hachi family.

She followed Xia Di mainly because she wanted to see what his intention was when he suddenly came out to play a hero to save the beauty.

Is it true, as the potato chips said, that you want to find a beautiful and capable tour guide?

Recommend a friend's book: "Konoha: I refresh a passive skill every month", a good book, read it quickly, and stay awake all night long!